The only other place he has to go right now is the bar... and he can't go there. He can't sleep another night in the dust and the filth with the stink of Ayumu's blood in the air. Hakkai's temple is comfortable, and more or less safe. Chikusa may still try to murder him in his sleep and he won't be surprised if Ken shits in his shoes, but he's a named shinki now. He can cast borderlines again. Hakkai's offering him a place to sleep, to wash, good food, and all he has to do in return is obey.

He thinks he can do that. Besides, if he can't and decides instead to burn this place to the ground and salt the earth, all he has to do is find Asshole.

"Okay." Not that he'd do anything that drastic, not really. If he really truly can't handle being Hakkai's shinki, if he can't stop fucking up, if anyone else gets hurt because of him, then he'll just disappear. The thought's a weight off his shoulders, and he turns to face Hakkai feeling pounds lighter. "I'll stay. For now."